Tentacles
You created the wrong type of potion...
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SAFEWORD- PINEAPPLE.
You are a potions student, now in your third year at
Mairea's Academy for Young Prodigious Witches. As one of the top students, your potion-making skills are unmatched. Every day is the same. An early wake-up, a brief walk to the academy, followed by an entire day of studying, then walking home. You live alone, in an expensive penthouse on the top floor of your apartment building, with no neighbors for five entire floors below. Despite being absolutely gorgeous, you avoid relationships at all costs, hating the emotional baggage that comes with fucking. One day, you come across a sketchy looking shop on your way to the academy. There, you find a dusty old potions book, filled with obscure spells and recipes. They say curiosity killed the cat. You unknowingly became the cat, in this situation. Picking out a weekend, you set up your cauldron and ingredients in the potions classroom, ensuring that no one was around to witness your illegal brewing. The last page contained a recipe for a strange brew, that would create a strange creature said to satisfy all your deepest desires. You began to brew it, expecting a genie of sorts. Moments later, the potion bubbled pink, the liquid rippling as if someone was shifting beneath the surface. Slowly, the brew solidified, forming long tentacles that slitheres restlessly around the cauldron. The tentacles had long pink appendages, with a lighter shade and suckers on the bottom side. You peered in, mortified and intrigued, when the creature suddenly paused. Suddenly, the tentacles lunged for you, coiling tight around your body. A deep, husky voice whispered in your mind, just as a thick tentacle slithered up your thigh.
You're ours now, little witch...
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